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((That would have been dumb. Anyone can find naked pictures of someone and post them on the internet, but it takes a pair to actually post some of yourself.

I actually just spent 10 dollars to get my bike fixed.

I don't like 4chan either, but I haven't received too many flames from me being a 'Gaiafag', so I can't say I don't want to be there. I've found out everything I know about Smash Bros Brawl from that site, a game that isn't even out in the states yet, so that says something to their skills in reconnaissance.

Done with that post yet Dante? You'd probably be able to make her 'strip' IC if you hurried.. whee ))



((.Hm? Got a quick 'lol coincidence' from my ride's repair, but on repeating it to myself, it doesn't..make sense.

!! redface It's funny, I'm sure, just can't recall where it's from..))

((Lol, banned from 4chan. The only thing I can think of to do that would be to post loli pics or something. Then again, I suppose Lilith is technically loli...by the way, not to sound demanding or anything, but I would like to see Lilith react to someone who looks like Rio, who as far as I know she hates.))

"Enough!"

The tendrils that formed the "tree" above Morrigan suddenly went limp right before shooting forward towards the shadow Morrigan charging at her. Her body was pierced a hundred times over, keeping her in place like a pinned butterfly.

"You know darling," Morrigan said to Dante, finally speaking up, "Your patience and loyalty to your word is commendable, as is your ingenuity for finding a way to attack me without you actually making the first attack. The only thing I find surprising is how long it took you to come up with the idea."

Her minions from the shattered Aensland Estate had arrived. As she spoke they began to fuse with the others.

Finally! This time, these might actually be necessary.

Lifting the shadow copy about ten meters into the air, Morrigan continued. "Speaking of which, I've had plenty of time myself to think. Over the centuries of my existence, I've had time to contemplate and experiment with the many forms my minions can take. I've tried them all: swords, spears, axes, scythes, whips, chainsaws, tridents, shuriken, caltrops, maces, and whatever else you can think of."

As Morrigan spoke each instance of each weapon, a tendril that was still inside the shadow Morrigan would form into the matching object. The speed at which they formed along with Morrigan's speech almost made it comical.

"But what I've found..."

She trailed off. The large number of minions now with her started to once again form the "tree", except now it was apparent that the branches were a framework for something else, something that was now being built around them.

"... to be the most effective..."

Her minions above her were becoming more of a solid mass now, with the paralyzed shadow Morrigan becoming enveloped somewhere in the middle.

"... when I need a single entity utterly destroyed..."

The minions had now become something of a rough sphere shape with the top cut away, leaving an opening up there that exposed the fact that it was completely hollow inside.

"... is not so much a weapon..."

Now it was complete. At once, the tendrils holding the shadow Morrigan were withdrawn, leaving it free to escape out the top. However, the top suddenly closed and the entire sphere started to contort, producing a split second of screaming from the victim inside before it went silent. After a few seconds, it stopped, hunched over, and nearly turned itself inside-out to expel what was left of the shadow Morrigan: crushed bones, torn blankets of skin, and unrecognizable organs in a messy little pile. The blades and random shrapnel that were once inside still showed themselves wet with a blackish blood before being sucked back inside again.

"... as it is an instrument to feed."

Effectively, what Morrigan had created was an incredibly massive, wide-open mouth, complete with thousands of moving, shrapnel-like teeth. It was so large that the movement of it required the support and grounding of the roots Morrigan had formed.

Once it had regained its upright "posture", it let loose an unearthly roar before moving to engulf Dante.

Well, he did have to admit that it was a creative attack, though perhaps not as original as Morrigan may have thought. The truth of the matter was that he had seen a similar, albeit larger scale, version from Roan. He believed that she referred to it as ‘Azazel‘, but he could have been wrong. Regardless, from the moment that he has seen Roan employ her version, he had been bouncing around ideas on how to counter it. Most seemed to fall short in one way or another, due to fundamental flaws, but one seemed to stick out in his mind as possessing more of an advantage against a mouth of this size.

Due to this fact, Dante remained where he was. He didn’t try to dodge, he didn’t try to run, he didn’t even so much as flinch as the mouth barreled towards his position. The mouth engulfed his entire being with ease and began to masticate. Around the third or fourth chew, it was obvious that something was wrong. The mouth seemed to be having trouble opening and closing, as though the opposing weapon-like teeth were stuck together with some sort of adhesive. This couldn’t have been closer to the truth.

When faced with a giant mouth, one had only to ask themselves: what can be chewed but not consumed? The answer, almost painfully obvious as it was, was ‘gum’. Dante had literally morphed his body to take on the consistency of a piece of bubblegum, rendering any attempt to rend his body with the weapon-teeth ineffective. What’s more, he had made certain that his body was ‘sticky’ enough to guarantee that the jaws would be unable to move themselves at the hinge after a meager number of chews.

In true Dante fashion, this strategy had two sides as well. While Morrigan was probably contemplating what she could possibly do next, one of the bones at Quint’s feet began to levitate off of the ground. It spun lazily once or twice, mesmerizing Quint before he could realize what was about to happen, and then it flew in an arc straight for the back of Morrigan’s head.

That was probably just Dante.. Quint spoke as a the femur bone rose from its sloppy home, to strike Morrigan clean on the noggin. There was ample time to stop it, and even score some brownie points, but he'd choose his research over..restless sleep-time this instance.

Just as he pulled out the lighter to ignite his cigarette, the monster bounced around enough to throw off his grip, and his precious Zippo lighter with one edge with sandpaper--it previously used for Quint's Fire Alchemy--dropped into the muck, sucked down before the tremors stopped.

Behind both, Quint couldn't see why the action had paused, but he took the opportunity to test another property of Dante's creation: Toxicity. Plunging his hand deep within, he winced as slight cuts formed along his forearms from the shards of bone, he reached the hard metal casing, ejecting his hand quickly. His arms weren't bleeding from the wounds after examination, but that didn't fully calm him. Guess we'll see..she's still here, I should have at least twenty minutes, and that's saying this stuff is poisonous ..

Dante was indeed alive within the sphere of bats, but he did not make that fact known. He was up to something, but what exactly that something was, no one could possibly be aware of. Morrigan’s bats were the only ones who could relay that information, but they were still far to confused to summon up anything more substantial than a chaotic mixture of screeches and chitters. It would be sufficient to say that Dante was incapable of breaking himself out of the fiendish contraption that Morrigan had created, and unless he were freed, he could not win. At the same time, unless Morrigan freed him she could not win either. It would seem as though whoever was more patient would win this little game of mental chess. Unfortunately for Morrigan, boredom was a state she easily set in to, and Dante was capitalizing on this.

((Well hurry up. Rio wants to feel stiff for the first time in his life.))